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Going for a song

Assassing by Marillion

Memories attach themselves to songs. I remember what was playing during my first kiss, my first car crash and my first kiss that caused a car crash, but there is only one song that reminds me of my friend Wayne and me putting make-up on each other and then being beaten up outside.

We had made our afternoon excursion into the netherworld of lipsticks, powders and paints in honour of the most amazing song we'd ever heard. It was called Assassing, and it was spat out of the mouth of a 6ft 5in Scottish former lumberjack called Fish. The band were Marillion. It was 1984, and Duran Duran were still poncing about on a boat, but everything was about to change. In front of us, a great big sweating jester with a terrifying painted face burst through a wall (of paper) and screeched into the camera that he was "the